But no matter how he tried to disguise it, she knew both sets of seductive lips belonged to Dex.
She knew she should be pissed at him. She’d even tried to be, for a whole ten minutes after she’d realized he was her masked hunk.
Then she’d remembered the struggle in his beautiful eyes. The worried frown and hesitance whenever they’d gotten close. If he really was her masked lover, whatever his reasons for hiding, she was sure he wasn’t trying to screw her over. Not Dex. He was the only person other than her brother who she totally trusted.
So instead of giving him grief, she’d teased him a little. God, it’d felt good, too. Leave it to Dex to come up with an alternative makeout technique to keep her wondering about his identity.
Which sounded so calculated.
Zoe sighed and told herself to simply trust for once. Trust her instincts. Trust her own needs and desires.
She used her card key to let herself into her room.
And if she was a little biased in her argument, well, so be it. After all, she was about to spend the next twelve hours having the best sex of her life.
BLINDFOLDED, Zoe held a warm male hand and let its owner lead her down a narrow hall. She hoped like hell it was a deserted hall, although pictures of her with a bandana over her eyes would probably nix that stupid queen nomination. Her other senses amplified by the lack of sight, she heard steps against the carpet, hers and her seducer’s, then the click of a lock as he opened a door.
Her pulse quickened, whether from nerves or anticipation she wasn’t sure. What a way to start a sexual extravaganza. With a blindfold over her eyes and a duffel bag full of black leather over her shoulder.“You brought the costume?” The masked hunk’s voice verified as he led her into the room. Even through the bandana, Zoe could tell the room was pitch-black. How could he see? Then she noted a faint beam of light from one corner as she turned in a circle.
“Costume and crop,” she verified. “But I have to tell you, I’m not sure I’m big on spankings.”
“I might be,” he teased.
It was that tone, the light laughter shimmering under his words that finally clinched it for her. Yes, the masked hunk was her Dex. The last knot of tension in her stomach dropped away. She’d deal with his reasons later. For now, it was enough to know who she was going to have wild, crazy sex with.
Tiny tendrils of tension Zoe hadn’t even realized she was holding on to drained from her shoulders at the realization. Safe. As hot as anonymous, blindfolded sex probably was, just knowing that she’d be doing it with someone she trusted made it so much easier. So much better. The butterflies in her stomach shifted from nervously flapping their wings to doing a soft, excited dance of anticipation.
“Do I get to spank you?” she teased in return.
“Only if I don’t completely satisfy you.”
No spankings on the agenda, then.
“What first?” she asked. She realized she was talking to make noise. Not being able to see added a wickedly exiting dimension to this little encounter.
She sensed his hand, felt the heat from his body before he reached for her. Zoe’s entire body tingled as he slid the bag off her shoulder. She heard the muffled thump as it hit something. A chair, she thought. Good call; why clutter up the bed when their bodies were going to need it to roll around on.
The air moved between them as he shifted again, bringing his body in alignment with hers. Trusting her instincts, Zoe reached out, pressing her palm against the hard planes of his chest. His heart beat, steady and strong, beneath her fingertips.
She reached out with her other hand, tracing blindly up the side of his throat, over the sculpted planes of his jaw until she found his mouth. She ran her index finger over the fullness of his lower lip. She felt his heart pick up under her palm as she slid her finger into his mouth. He sucked, then gently bit down. Zoe’s breath caught. Wet heat spun from her finger down to her core, making her squirm.
He curled his hand over hers, flattening her fingers so he could press a wet kiss to the center of her palm. At the same time, his hand pressed between her legs, mimicking the pressure of his heated kiss. Zoe gasped, her fingers curling over his pec, kneading like a pleasured cat.
He let go of her hand. She dropped it to his chest with the other, sliding both down the hard planes of his body, over the washboard stomach she couldn’t wait to press her cheek to, and down to tug his shirt from his pants. She buried her hands under the soft fabric, against the warmth of his skin. Used her fingers to trace along the waistband of his jeans, skimming them between the fabric and his warm belly.
Totally tuned in to his body, she could feel the pressure his hard-on was putting on the fabric, tightening it against her fingers. Zoe dipped one hand deeper, using the tip of her nail to scrap the head of his straining dick through the soft cotton of his boxers.